Rebellion (2016) s02e03 Episode Script
Season 2, Episode 3
[indistinct chatter.]
I've orders Orders to take prisoners Bradley and Corcoran to Mountjoy Prison.
They not tell you? They already took Corcoran.
I suppose it's just Bradley then.
On your own? There's one out in the tender.
[keys jangling.]
Up.
I said up! [grunting.]
[Jimmy.]
Hold out your hands.
Am I going to have to do this the hard way? Huh? Am I? Huh? - [thudding.]
- [groaning.]
[shuddering.]
[engine revving.]
[thud.]
[grunting.]
Move! Move! Hey! Stop them.
Stop them.
[theme music playing.]
[Harry.]
There you are, darling.
Were you held up? [Constance.]
It would seem so.
[Harry.]
Thank you.
[Constance sighs.]
Has it started? I'm sure they'll wait for us.
What is this? What do you think? I think you should hold your nerve.
Mr and Mrs Butler, welcome.
We're now able to proceed with this extraordinary meeting.
Mr Butler, if you'd like to sit by your wife.
Thank you all for coming, I'll get straight to the point.
Butler's Bank is insolvent, it's on the point of collapse.
And you the board, are, by its articles of association, personally responsible to its depositors.
The Bank has made a series of unsecured loans to a number of Dublin businesses, headed by gentlemen who, upon closer inspection, appear not to exist.
Well, it's my prerogative as chairman and manager of the day-to-day business of this bank to extend credit where I consider it fit and potentially profitable.
These loans far exceed current deposits.
And given their apparently fraudulent nature [slams.]
That is a slanderous accusation! I will be obliged to call in the police to close the bank and remove all documents relating to them as evidence.
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
You sent them to me! I didn't want anything to do with them.
They were in need of a bank loan and you are a banker.
They're an outlawed organisation.
They're the true government of this country as expressed by the will of the majority.
This is not the time for your Republican nonsense.
And when they are recognised as such, this bank, our bank, will be the bankers to the new State.
As I said, hold your nerve.
Meanwhile, while I'm holding it and while we're waiting for your friends to be recognised as the true government, if I don't give Maurice Jacobs' name to Saunders, the bank will be ruined.
And if I do, Mr Jacobs will have me killed.
Don't be silly, Mr Jacobs is a solicitor.
- Who represents a bunch of murderers.
- We're all on the same side.
Oh really, the same side? Do you honestly think they're fighting for us? Every day, I've clients coming to me saying they're receiving threats of being burnt out or of violence.
They're all moving to England.
We're no longer seen as citizens of this country, Constance.
- We're the enemy.
- I'll talk to Daniel.
Oh, it's Daniel now, is it? Senator Shea.
He will come up with something.
Harry? [rotary dialling.]
Maurice Jacobs, please.
[deep breathes.]
Change quick, we need to get rid of the vehicle! [grunts.]
[muffled screaming.]
What the hell, Jimmy? You bringing these along for the day out? Had to hold up the tender in a hurry.
What're you going to do with them? Let them out.
They can walk back to town in their long johns.
They might know who we are already, but they can now identify Seanie now.
God damn.
- Give us your gun.
I'll do it.
- I'll do it! [prisoners groan.]
Get back! [muffled sobbing.]
- [gunshot.]
- [muffled groan.]
[spits.]
[Captain McLeod.]
Thank you for coming to identify him, Miss Drury.
Mr Lennox.
Captain McLeod, his body was beaten, I saw it.
I can't say, I wasn't present when he died.
And the bullet wound? - What about it? - There was no blood.
We had the courtesy to clean him up.
It never bled.
It never bled because his heart had already stopped.
- Are you the expert on bullet wounds? - I know a thing or two.
He was shot after he was dead.
- And why would we do that? - To fit the story you made up.
I'm warning you No, I'm warning you, I'm not going to let this matter rest.
You know, there're several editors in England who would love to hear this story.
The men who were in charge of him, they been questioned? They've since been redeployed and will be questioned in due course.
So can I quote you as saying there'll be an official inquiry? I'm not saying that.
If there's to be no inquiry then let us have the body back.
That is perfectly reasonable, if there's been no foul play, let Miss Drury have him so there might be a full examination.
I can't until it's decided whether there is to be an official inquiry or not.
Good day.
You haven't heard the end of this, McLeod.
This is murder.
Take yourself and your friend out of here or I'll arrest you, and I'll show you first-hand exactly how we treat our prisoners.
Thank you.
For standing up to him.
I'm sorry if I said you were to blame.
I was upset.
You've no reason to apologise.
[Robert.]
Shall we leave? We know the flying column's in this area.
Do we know what a flying column looks like, Sarge? It looks like, Finley, a bunch of Cork IRA pointing their guns at you.
Now we can't cover this whole area before dark.
- Not before they find us.
- Exactly.
Which is why we've been told to break up and spread out.
Group 1 Ard na Greine, Group 2 Coolagh Woods, Group 3 Rathnaruane.
Do not, I repeat, do not engage the enemy.
Just take co-ordinates and rendezvous back here in two hours.
- Yes, Sarge.
- I'll go with Richie.
No, you come with me, Finley.
Why? So I can keep an eye on you.
It's all very well shaving lassies' heads, these fellas will blow yours off.
Two hours, stay safe.
Finley! [sniffles.]
[door closes.]
[footsteps approaching.]
A contribution.
The 'p's a bit tricky, I'm told.
Good.
I talked to a client, he's in the printing game.
Owes me a favour.
We can use his mimeograph.
That's good news.
I hope to put out an edition tonight.
We'll lead with Diarmuid's murder.
We can prove it was murder? I saw his body.
You went to the Castle? - You shouldn't have.
- Someone had to identify him.
[Miss Drury.]
He was murdered.
I'm sure of it.
So was Mr Lennox.
If you want to be more involved, there is a job that I thought you could help us on.
I need a woman with a cool head.
It'll be dangerous.
[indistinct chatter.]
- Look who it is - Joey? [groaning.]
Dr.
Moore's above.
Did he know we were coming? No, he came looking for you.
[groans.]
They knew what they were doing.
I'm sure it hurt like hell.
Even if it did I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of admitting it.
- [groaning.]
- [door closes.]
- It's illegal.
- What they done to Joey's illegal.
- We're talking about a child here.
- She made a deal.
This is torture for her.
To have to spy for you, while you've got her child.
I'm walking a cliff edge here, if I go over it, you don't want me to bring her with me, do you? Find a way of letting her see him at least.
- See he's all right, being looked after.
- I can't.
She's my sister-in-law, Jimmy, and that boy is my nephew.
So, please, find a way.
[Harry.]
It's not that I don't want you, it's that I currently can't.
If your mind's elsewhere, then perhaps you too should be too.
- I have work to do.
- Just for tonight then.
[Senator Shea.]
Pardon the intrusion, Ma'am.
- Mr Butler.
- Why did you let him in? Leave us now, please.
You know I was actually born in Ireland.
Ireland's loss was America's gain.
We were driven off our land.
My parents spent the last of their money on passage to the States for myself and my brother, but he didn't survive the journey.
Oh well, it seems to have worked out in the end.
For you, at least.
I don't get you, Butler.
Beautiful wife at home who needs you, business going up in smoke, and you're in this dump screwing a two bit whore.
- She's not a whore, she's a singer.
- She's a two bit whore! - Listen, Shea, I'm going to call - No you listen.
[Senator Shea.]
I went by your bank.
There's a line of angry customers down the street.
A captain should remain with his ship.
I've taken the necessary action to save it.
No thanks to you.
Your call to Mr Jacobs? Yes? I understand your problem with the accountant will soon be resolved.
How? You told the man to fix the situation, now he's fixing the situation.
But that only takes care of half the problem.
Those loan agreements need to disappear, and the hole in your accounts needs to be filled.
Go ahead, take a look.
DeValera's? Mine.
That's $50,000.
I'm not doing this as a favour to you.
This is only a loan which you will repay to me in pound sterling when I require it.
You understand? Tend to your business, Sir.
[knock on door.]
[muffled voices.]
[knock on door.]
Mr Saunders, there's a young lady at the door.
She's had a puncture, and wonders if there's a man about who might be able to help.
Of course, Mrs Lyons, just give me a moment.
Good evening.
I understand you're in need of some assistance.
Thank you, sir, I'd really appreciate it.
[engine revving.]
[door opens.]
You're back, sir? In spite of your best endeavours, we are solvent once more.
You took these loan agreements from my safe and showed them to Saunders.
I should fire you here and now.
It is unfortunate, but Mr Saunders discovered the shortfall in our accounts, which for the life of me I couldn't explain.
I thought those documents might help.
Mr Saunders is Inland Revenue and I've a legal duty.
What about your duty to me, to the bank? Well, if perhaps you'd discussed those loan agreements with me in the first place.
Lucky for you it's worked out.
In future remember who pays your salary.
Of course sir.
- May I ask where that money has come from? - [Harry.]
You may.
Those businesses Mr Saunders doubted have repaid their loans in full.
- American dollars? - Mmm-hmm.
They seem to have attracted American investment.
You assure any of our customers who are still worried, that the panic is at an end.
[Miss Drury.]
Thank you.
I've never been able to do it on my own, in the dark.
Never leave home without a repair kit.
But the trick with the bowl of water.
It's not a trick, it's science.
Air escaping from the puncture makes bubbles in the water, that's how you can tell where it is.
What if you don't have a bowl of water? A woman like you, nice soft skin.
Hold it under your chin.
Move the tube round till you can feel where the air's blowing from.
That's so clever.
- Bicycling Corp, Army, once upon a time.
- [footsteps approaching.]
- [gunshot.]
- [groans.]
[gasping.]
Where are you going? - I'm on an errand.
- Papers? I work in the Special Auxiliary Unit at Dublin Castle.
I work for General Winter.
[knock on door.]
It's less suspicious than if you ride up front.
Have you papers if we're stopped? We've all got papers.
[door closes.]
[engine revving.]
[lively chatter.]
Buy me a drink? Of course, what's it to be? Whiskey.
Two whiskeys.
So, why do you need a drink so badly? Diarmuid.
We need to wake him properly.
In that case, to Diarmuid.
Any sign? [Finley.]
No.
Should be here an hour ago.
We must have missed them.
We'll check again.
I'm damned if I'm going looking for them in the dark, in a place full of murdering Paddies.
We're looking for them, Finley, that's an order! - Are we here? - [Jimmy.]
Out.
Close your eyes and turn around.
[Jimmy.]
Hat off.
Step back.
- [door closes.]
- Let's walk.
[water flowing.]
[cows mooing.]
[knock on door.]
[door opens.]
[Jimmy.]
It's me.
Who's this? The boy's mother.
Come on.
[fire crackling.]
Give them a few minutes.
Hello, Tomás.
Do you remember me? [humming.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
Finished? He's sleeping.
Well let's be going.
[kisses.]
[Finley.]
Can't see a bleeding thing, for Christ sake.
[whispers.]
Finley! - Bastards! - Finley, shut it.
Murdering Paddy bastards! Whoever did this might still be out there.
Come out and fight like men! [slaps.]
You led us into this.
You're a Paddy bastard and all! [thud.]
Pull yourself together, and help us cut down our colleagues.
[gulps.]
Another.
Haven't you had enough? This is what the Irish do at wakes.
One more, then we're done.
I'll have as much as I want, not as much as you decide.
This isn't how to get over it, you know.
What's the way to get over it? Not deny it.
I don't deny Diarmuid's death.
Is alcohol not a denial? Of what? Pain.
What do you know of pain? I know nobody has a monopoly on it.
[kissing.]
[door latch opens.]
[door closes.]
Miss Sweeney.
Captain McLeod.
Where have you been? - Out.
- Evidently.
I was seeing family.
[Captain McLeod.]
General Winter sent me to fetch you to the Castle.
Urgently.
And that was some time ago.
I'm sorry I wasn't here, Captain.
Let me freshen up and I'll be with you.
[panting.]
[knock on door.]
[Captain McLeod.]
Miss Sweeney! Uh, thank you, Captain McLeod, would you, um, wait for me in the operations room.
Miss Sweeney, I'm very sorry to bring you in so late.
My former colleague, my friend, Albert Saunders, was shot dead this evening by Collins' murder squad.
That's terrible, I'm sorry, Sir.
Now I have to countenance the possibility that someone in this unit is passing information to the IRA.
And, therefore, I need to get my special agents to safety.
Now you have local knowledge, you have my trust.
I want you to find them new accommodation urgently.
Of course, sir.
Now, the list doesn't leave the office, nor do you, until it's done.
Yes, sir.
He's an accountant! Bastards! [sighs.]
How did they know what he was up to? Huh? For Christ's sake, how did they know where he was? [Captain McLeod.]
Maybe it's a sign we're getting to them.
Maybe it shows Mr Saunders was on to something.
Dublin 4325, please.
We have to show them we can hit soft targets, too.
That list you got from the paper.
- We could pick a name? - Yeah.
And put the squeeze on your Wolfhound fellow.
We're looking for some urgent accommodation for them.
Find out how they're passing the information.
I'll talk to him.
Thank you, I'll pass on your details.
Dublin 6134, please.
Yes, hello, I'm calling from the AC Motor Car Company - Simon Prendergast? - Yes, can I help - [gunshot.]
- [groans.]
[footsteps approaching.]
That's all done, sir.
Here is the list.
You said for it not to leave the office.
And here's a note for Captain McLeod with details of his new lodgings for when he returns.
Thank you, Miss Sweeney.
Was he a good friend, Mr Saunders? Um [sighs.]
He was my quartermaster sergeant during the war.
We fought many battles together.
Quite brilliant at logistics.
First rate accountant.
I'm sorry, sir.
Yes, thank you.
Goodnight.
[sighs.]
[doorbell ringing.]
[whispering letters.]
You need to hurry.
[whispering.]
T-S-T.
That's them all.
I'll see he gets it.
Tell him that's the end of it.
Tell him I've kept my side of the deal, he must keep his.
Leave by the back door, please.
Did they say who was shot? Simon Prendergast.
God, no.
- Is he, um - I don't know.
What's happening that they're shooting judges? You don't think it's anything to do with Ursula? Please, just go back to bed.
- [door opens.]
- Be careful.
[door closes.]
[knock on door.]
Is Mr Brennan inside? Who's looking for him? Jimmy Mahon.
Should want to be serious, this time of night.
[gun cocking.]
[gun clicks.]
Jimmy Mahon, it's been a while.
Mick.
A problem? I needed to talk to you.
Why didn't you use Frank? Why use the tailor? That's for when the whole gaff's about to blow.
Frank doesn't trust my contact.
Why should he? Because they gave me the accountant.
And now they've given me these.
Every last one.
[sniffles.]
- You've checked them out? - Not yet.
But I'm sure they're good.
They also told me Winter's got an informer, right inside the organisation.
The Wolfhound? - How do you know? - Frank told me.
He did? You know what else he told me? He told me he thought it was you.
Me? But that's You don't believe him? I don't believe anything I can't see the proof of with my own two eyes.
That's the way I have to live these days, Jim.
- We go back a long way, Mick.
- That we do.
And so do I and Frank Brogan, and Dick McKee and Peadar Kearney and the rest.
- Mick - Proof, Jim.
Check these names and addresses out and bring me proof.
Then we'll see if Frank's suspicions are unfounded.
Yes, sir.
[knock on door.]
[door closes.]
[glass rattling.]
- So, it's true? - Hanging him at dawn.
To our fallen comrade, Conor Joseph Corcoran.
[speaking Irish.]
May he rest in peace.
[singing.]
Of all the money that ere I spent I spent it in good company And of all the harm that ere I done Alas it was done to none but me And all I've done for want of wit I memory now I can't recall So fill to me a parting glass Goodnight and joy be to you all But since it falls upon my lot That I should rise [gunfire.]
Get down! I will gently rise and softly call Goodnight and joy be with you all! - Watch where you're going.
- Sorry, Officer.
[breathes heavily.]
[knock on door.]
Where do you think you're going? Didn't you get my list? Winter's got men at these addresses all right.
Welcoming party of Auxies with machine guns waiting for us to come knocking.
It's a trap, Miss Sweeney! No, no, General Winter himself It was a trap.
It was a trap for me.
After Saunders was shot, he knew there was an informer inside.
He told me.
If your men had turned up at these addresses, he'd know it was me.
You said he trusted you.
He did.
He can't be sure that it's me, or I'd already be arrested.
- This was a test.
- Why should I believe that? You nearly got us all killed? I would never endanger my child.
Maybe he's not even yours.
- How can you say that? - I don't know.
You listen to me very very carefully, you give me what I need or you're never going to see your son again.
I can't go back in there! You said yourself, they're not sure it's you.
[door slams.]
- Where is it? - Where's what? - You know what! - I don't know, I swear.
You better remember fast, otherwise my men will burn this library to the ground! [Captain McLeod.]
The book! The tickets! - Put him in the tender.
- No, no, please! No! [speaks Irish.]
At ease! So? I've let Dublin Command know.
- And? - We wait.
It's all we can do now.
Here! [coughing.]
[panting.]
Where are we? Lord knows.
IRA? Hmm.
[groans.]
The others? Dead.
- Are we? - [chuckles.]
[chuckles.]
Why not? Hostages.
They patch me up? I did.
I owe you.
[sighs.]
Don't thank me just yet.
We're still here.
Here.
[coughs.]
[chuckles.]
I'm going to die, aren't I? I intend to get out of here.
See my wife and children.
I'll introduce you.
Might be a civilising influence on you.
[chuckles.]
[chuckling.]
You've a brother, IRA? Who told you? McLeod.
High up, he said.
So? What of it? I'm not my brother.
If you told them.
No, I'm not telling them about Jimmy to save my own bacon, or anyone else's.
- [coughing.]
- All right.
Easy.
[banging.]
He's sick.
He's going to die.
[door locks.]
[coughing.]
[door opens.]
Harry.
You're here.
Is it so unusual to find your husband at the breakfast table? You're usually gone by the time I come down.
I had a long day yesterday.
The Senator told me last night all is resolved.
All is resolved, yes.
I take it he didn't tell you that? But all you said to Mr Jacobs was to fix the situation.
I heard you, you didn't mean How do you think they fix situations, Constance? [door opens.]
- [door closes.]
- Starting to look a bit like its old self.
They shot Justice Simon Prendergast last night.
- Is that because of - I imagine so.
You can't blame yourself, Saunders was a spy.
He got what he deserved.
How did they know the Judge was a supporter of ours? My guess is our subscriber list.
So we have to warn the others, but there are over six hundred names on that list.
And those in Britain and America, we've no way of to contact them.
Maybe we do.
Robbie still wants to interview Mr Collins.
He asked me again this morning.
Think about it.
We'd get our side of the story out and warn our subscribers at the same time.
Let me talk to Collins.
[man.]
Someone will be down in a moment to take you up.
Thank you.
Miss Sweeney, are you feeling all right? Yeah, I am.
I think I might have a touch of fever.
- Mr Lennox? - Yes.
General Winter will see you now, if you'd care to follow me.
- You're done.
- Thank you.
Miss Sweeney, there you are.
- Are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.
General Winter wants to see me.
He wants to see you? He wants you there, too.
- Did he say what it's about? - No.
He said he'd send down for us when he's ready.
[knock on door.]
General Winter, Mr Lennox is here, for your interview.
As if raiding them, then accidentally killing one of them wasn't enough for them suspect me, now you order me to come and see you at your office.
Do you have any idea how hard I've had to work to gain their trust? Yes, I heard about your little set-to with Captain McLeod.
Sit down.
I'm still your senior officer, sit down.
And, you know, make some notes in case someone walks in.
So, what would you like this interview to be about then General? They shot Albert Saunders last night.
There's an informer in this section.
It's not like you to Captain a leaky ship.
I'll find the informer, don't worry.
But I want you to find out who did it.
- A new mission? - A second mission.
- And what about Collins? - Well, are you any closer? They're slow to trust.
I'll get there.
So while you're gaining their trust, find out who killed Albert.
Heaven's sake, you're posing as a journalist, ask some bloody questions! [inhales.]
[exhales.]
Very convincing performance yesterday, David, you should consider the stage when you retire.
[typewriter clacking.]
General Winter will see you two ladies now.
General, shall I show the ladies in? Thank you, Major Mills.
[theme music playing.]
I've orders Orders to take prisoners Bradley and Corcoran to Mountjoy Prison.
They not tell you? They already took Corcoran.
I suppose it's just Bradley then.
On your own? There's one out in the tender.
[keys jangling.]
Up.
I said up! [grunting.]
[Jimmy.]
Hold out your hands.
Am I going to have to do this the hard way? Huh? Am I? Huh? - [thudding.]
- [groaning.]
[shuddering.]
[engine revving.]
[thud.]
[grunting.]
Move! Move! Hey! Stop them.
Stop them.
[theme music playing.]
[Harry.]
There you are, darling.
Were you held up? [Constance.]
It would seem so.
[Harry.]
Thank you.
[Constance sighs.]
Has it started? I'm sure they'll wait for us.
What is this? What do you think? I think you should hold your nerve.
Mr and Mrs Butler, welcome.
We're now able to proceed with this extraordinary meeting.
Mr Butler, if you'd like to sit by your wife.
Thank you all for coming, I'll get straight to the point.
Butler's Bank is insolvent, it's on the point of collapse.
And you the board, are, by its articles of association, personally responsible to its depositors.
The Bank has made a series of unsecured loans to a number of Dublin businesses, headed by gentlemen who, upon closer inspection, appear not to exist.
Well, it's my prerogative as chairman and manager of the day-to-day business of this bank to extend credit where I consider it fit and potentially profitable.
These loans far exceed current deposits.
And given their apparently fraudulent nature [slams.]
That is a slanderous accusation! I will be obliged to call in the police to close the bank and remove all documents relating to them as evidence.
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
You sent them to me! I didn't want anything to do with them.
They were in need of a bank loan and you are a banker.
They're an outlawed organisation.
They're the true government of this country as expressed by the will of the majority.
This is not the time for your Republican nonsense.
And when they are recognised as such, this bank, our bank, will be the bankers to the new State.
As I said, hold your nerve.
Meanwhile, while I'm holding it and while we're waiting for your friends to be recognised as the true government, if I don't give Maurice Jacobs' name to Saunders, the bank will be ruined.
And if I do, Mr Jacobs will have me killed.
Don't be silly, Mr Jacobs is a solicitor.
- Who represents a bunch of murderers.
- We're all on the same side.
Oh really, the same side? Do you honestly think they're fighting for us? Every day, I've clients coming to me saying they're receiving threats of being burnt out or of violence.
They're all moving to England.
We're no longer seen as citizens of this country, Constance.
- We're the enemy.
- I'll talk to Daniel.
Oh, it's Daniel now, is it? Senator Shea.
He will come up with something.
Harry? [rotary dialling.]
Maurice Jacobs, please.
[deep breathes.]
Change quick, we need to get rid of the vehicle! [grunts.]
[muffled screaming.]
What the hell, Jimmy? You bringing these along for the day out? Had to hold up the tender in a hurry.
What're you going to do with them? Let them out.
They can walk back to town in their long johns.
They might know who we are already, but they can now identify Seanie now.
God damn.
- Give us your gun.
I'll do it.
- I'll do it! [prisoners groan.]
Get back! [muffled sobbing.]
- [gunshot.]
- [muffled groan.]
[spits.]
[Captain McLeod.]
Thank you for coming to identify him, Miss Drury.
Mr Lennox.
Captain McLeod, his body was beaten, I saw it.
I can't say, I wasn't present when he died.
And the bullet wound? - What about it? - There was no blood.
We had the courtesy to clean him up.
It never bled.
It never bled because his heart had already stopped.
- Are you the expert on bullet wounds? - I know a thing or two.
He was shot after he was dead.
- And why would we do that? - To fit the story you made up.
I'm warning you No, I'm warning you, I'm not going to let this matter rest.
You know, there're several editors in England who would love to hear this story.
The men who were in charge of him, they been questioned? They've since been redeployed and will be questioned in due course.
So can I quote you as saying there'll be an official inquiry? I'm not saying that.
If there's to be no inquiry then let us have the body back.
That is perfectly reasonable, if there's been no foul play, let Miss Drury have him so there might be a full examination.
I can't until it's decided whether there is to be an official inquiry or not.
Good day.
You haven't heard the end of this, McLeod.
This is murder.
Take yourself and your friend out of here or I'll arrest you, and I'll show you first-hand exactly how we treat our prisoners.
Thank you.
For standing up to him.
I'm sorry if I said you were to blame.
I was upset.
You've no reason to apologise.
[Robert.]
Shall we leave? We know the flying column's in this area.
Do we know what a flying column looks like, Sarge? It looks like, Finley, a bunch of Cork IRA pointing their guns at you.
Now we can't cover this whole area before dark.
- Not before they find us.
- Exactly.
Which is why we've been told to break up and spread out.
Group 1 Ard na Greine, Group 2 Coolagh Woods, Group 3 Rathnaruane.
Do not, I repeat, do not engage the enemy.
Just take co-ordinates and rendezvous back here in two hours.
- Yes, Sarge.
- I'll go with Richie.
No, you come with me, Finley.
Why? So I can keep an eye on you.
It's all very well shaving lassies' heads, these fellas will blow yours off.
Two hours, stay safe.
Finley! [sniffles.]
[door closes.]
[footsteps approaching.]
A contribution.
The 'p's a bit tricky, I'm told.
Good.
I talked to a client, he's in the printing game.
Owes me a favour.
We can use his mimeograph.
That's good news.
I hope to put out an edition tonight.
We'll lead with Diarmuid's murder.
We can prove it was murder? I saw his body.
You went to the Castle? - You shouldn't have.
- Someone had to identify him.
[Miss Drury.]
He was murdered.
I'm sure of it.
So was Mr Lennox.
If you want to be more involved, there is a job that I thought you could help us on.
I need a woman with a cool head.
It'll be dangerous.
[indistinct chatter.]
- Look who it is - Joey? [groaning.]
Dr.
Moore's above.
Did he know we were coming? No, he came looking for you.
[groans.]
They knew what they were doing.
I'm sure it hurt like hell.
Even if it did I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of admitting it.
- [groaning.]
- [door closes.]
- It's illegal.
- What they done to Joey's illegal.
- We're talking about a child here.
- She made a deal.
This is torture for her.
To have to spy for you, while you've got her child.
I'm walking a cliff edge here, if I go over it, you don't want me to bring her with me, do you? Find a way of letting her see him at least.
- See he's all right, being looked after.
- I can't.
She's my sister-in-law, Jimmy, and that boy is my nephew.
So, please, find a way.
[Harry.]
It's not that I don't want you, it's that I currently can't.
If your mind's elsewhere, then perhaps you too should be too.
- I have work to do.
- Just for tonight then.
[Senator Shea.]
Pardon the intrusion, Ma'am.
- Mr Butler.
- Why did you let him in? Leave us now, please.
You know I was actually born in Ireland.
Ireland's loss was America's gain.
We were driven off our land.
My parents spent the last of their money on passage to the States for myself and my brother, but he didn't survive the journey.
Oh well, it seems to have worked out in the end.
For you, at least.
I don't get you, Butler.
Beautiful wife at home who needs you, business going up in smoke, and you're in this dump screwing a two bit whore.
- She's not a whore, she's a singer.
- She's a two bit whore! - Listen, Shea, I'm going to call - No you listen.
[Senator Shea.]
I went by your bank.
There's a line of angry customers down the street.
A captain should remain with his ship.
I've taken the necessary action to save it.
No thanks to you.
Your call to Mr Jacobs? Yes? I understand your problem with the accountant will soon be resolved.
How? You told the man to fix the situation, now he's fixing the situation.
But that only takes care of half the problem.
Those loan agreements need to disappear, and the hole in your accounts needs to be filled.
Go ahead, take a look.
DeValera's? Mine.
That's $50,000.
I'm not doing this as a favour to you.
This is only a loan which you will repay to me in pound sterling when I require it.
You understand? Tend to your business, Sir.
[knock on door.]
[muffled voices.]
[knock on door.]
Mr Saunders, there's a young lady at the door.
She's had a puncture, and wonders if there's a man about who might be able to help.
Of course, Mrs Lyons, just give me a moment.
Good evening.
I understand you're in need of some assistance.
Thank you, sir, I'd really appreciate it.
[engine revving.]
[door opens.]
You're back, sir? In spite of your best endeavours, we are solvent once more.
You took these loan agreements from my safe and showed them to Saunders.
I should fire you here and now.
It is unfortunate, but Mr Saunders discovered the shortfall in our accounts, which for the life of me I couldn't explain.
I thought those documents might help.
Mr Saunders is Inland Revenue and I've a legal duty.
What about your duty to me, to the bank? Well, if perhaps you'd discussed those loan agreements with me in the first place.
Lucky for you it's worked out.
In future remember who pays your salary.
Of course sir.
- May I ask where that money has come from? - [Harry.]
You may.
Those businesses Mr Saunders doubted have repaid their loans in full.
- American dollars? - Mmm-hmm.
They seem to have attracted American investment.
You assure any of our customers who are still worried, that the panic is at an end.
[Miss Drury.]
Thank you.
I've never been able to do it on my own, in the dark.
Never leave home without a repair kit.
But the trick with the bowl of water.
It's not a trick, it's science.
Air escaping from the puncture makes bubbles in the water, that's how you can tell where it is.
What if you don't have a bowl of water? A woman like you, nice soft skin.
Hold it under your chin.
Move the tube round till you can feel where the air's blowing from.
That's so clever.
- Bicycling Corp, Army, once upon a time.
- [footsteps approaching.]
- [gunshot.]
- [groans.]
[gasping.]
Where are you going? - I'm on an errand.
- Papers? I work in the Special Auxiliary Unit at Dublin Castle.
I work for General Winter.
[knock on door.]
It's less suspicious than if you ride up front.
Have you papers if we're stopped? We've all got papers.
[door closes.]
[engine revving.]
[lively chatter.]
Buy me a drink? Of course, what's it to be? Whiskey.
Two whiskeys.
So, why do you need a drink so badly? Diarmuid.
We need to wake him properly.
In that case, to Diarmuid.
Any sign? [Finley.]
No.
Should be here an hour ago.
We must have missed them.
We'll check again.
I'm damned if I'm going looking for them in the dark, in a place full of murdering Paddies.
We're looking for them, Finley, that's an order! - Are we here? - [Jimmy.]
Out.
Close your eyes and turn around.
[Jimmy.]
Hat off.
Step back.
- [door closes.]
- Let's walk.
[water flowing.]
[cows mooing.]
[knock on door.]
[door opens.]
[Jimmy.]
It's me.
Who's this? The boy's mother.
Come on.
[fire crackling.]
Give them a few minutes.
Hello, Tomás.
Do you remember me? [humming.]
[door opens.]
[door closes.]
Finished? He's sleeping.
Well let's be going.
[kisses.]
[Finley.]
Can't see a bleeding thing, for Christ sake.
[whispers.]
Finley! - Bastards! - Finley, shut it.
Murdering Paddy bastards! Whoever did this might still be out there.
Come out and fight like men! [slaps.]
You led us into this.
You're a Paddy bastard and all! [thud.]
Pull yourself together, and help us cut down our colleagues.
[gulps.]
Another.
Haven't you had enough? This is what the Irish do at wakes.
One more, then we're done.
I'll have as much as I want, not as much as you decide.
This isn't how to get over it, you know.
What's the way to get over it? Not deny it.
I don't deny Diarmuid's death.
Is alcohol not a denial? Of what? Pain.
What do you know of pain? I know nobody has a monopoly on it.
[kissing.]
[door latch opens.]
[door closes.]
Miss Sweeney.
Captain McLeod.
Where have you been? - Out.
- Evidently.
I was seeing family.
[Captain McLeod.]
General Winter sent me to fetch you to the Castle.
Urgently.
And that was some time ago.
I'm sorry I wasn't here, Captain.
Let me freshen up and I'll be with you.
[panting.]
[knock on door.]
[Captain McLeod.]
Miss Sweeney! Uh, thank you, Captain McLeod, would you, um, wait for me in the operations room.
Miss Sweeney, I'm very sorry to bring you in so late.
My former colleague, my friend, Albert Saunders, was shot dead this evening by Collins' murder squad.
That's terrible, I'm sorry, Sir.
Now I have to countenance the possibility that someone in this unit is passing information to the IRA.
And, therefore, I need to get my special agents to safety.
Now you have local knowledge, you have my trust.
I want you to find them new accommodation urgently.
Of course, sir.
Now, the list doesn't leave the office, nor do you, until it's done.
Yes, sir.
He's an accountant! Bastards! [sighs.]
How did they know what he was up to? Huh? For Christ's sake, how did they know where he was? [Captain McLeod.]
Maybe it's a sign we're getting to them.
Maybe it shows Mr Saunders was on to something.
Dublin 4325, please.
We have to show them we can hit soft targets, too.
That list you got from the paper.
- We could pick a name? - Yeah.
And put the squeeze on your Wolfhound fellow.
We're looking for some urgent accommodation for them.
Find out how they're passing the information.
I'll talk to him.
Thank you, I'll pass on your details.
Dublin 6134, please.
Yes, hello, I'm calling from the AC Motor Car Company - Simon Prendergast? - Yes, can I help - [gunshot.]
- [groans.]
[footsteps approaching.]
That's all done, sir.
Here is the list.
You said for it not to leave the office.
And here's a note for Captain McLeod with details of his new lodgings for when he returns.
Thank you, Miss Sweeney.
Was he a good friend, Mr Saunders? Um [sighs.]
He was my quartermaster sergeant during the war.
We fought many battles together.
Quite brilliant at logistics.
First rate accountant.
I'm sorry, sir.
Yes, thank you.
Goodnight.
[sighs.]
[doorbell ringing.]
[whispering letters.]
You need to hurry.
[whispering.]
T-S-T.
That's them all.
I'll see he gets it.
Tell him that's the end of it.
Tell him I've kept my side of the deal, he must keep his.
Leave by the back door, please.
Did they say who was shot? Simon Prendergast.
God, no.
- Is he, um - I don't know.
What's happening that they're shooting judges? You don't think it's anything to do with Ursula? Please, just go back to bed.
- [door opens.]
- Be careful.
[door closes.]
[knock on door.]
Is Mr Brennan inside? Who's looking for him? Jimmy Mahon.
Should want to be serious, this time of night.
[gun cocking.]
[gun clicks.]
Jimmy Mahon, it's been a while.
Mick.
A problem? I needed to talk to you.
Why didn't you use Frank? Why use the tailor? That's for when the whole gaff's about to blow.
Frank doesn't trust my contact.
Why should he? Because they gave me the accountant.
And now they've given me these.
Every last one.
[sniffles.]
- You've checked them out? - Not yet.
But I'm sure they're good.
They also told me Winter's got an informer, right inside the organisation.
The Wolfhound? - How do you know? - Frank told me.
He did? You know what else he told me? He told me he thought it was you.
Me? But that's You don't believe him? I don't believe anything I can't see the proof of with my own two eyes.
That's the way I have to live these days, Jim.
- We go back a long way, Mick.
- That we do.
And so do I and Frank Brogan, and Dick McKee and Peadar Kearney and the rest.
- Mick - Proof, Jim.
Check these names and addresses out and bring me proof.
Then we'll see if Frank's suspicions are unfounded.
Yes, sir.
[knock on door.]
[door closes.]
[glass rattling.]
- So, it's true? - Hanging him at dawn.
To our fallen comrade, Conor Joseph Corcoran.
[speaking Irish.]
May he rest in peace.
[singing.]
Of all the money that ere I spent I spent it in good company And of all the harm that ere I done Alas it was done to none but me And all I've done for want of wit I memory now I can't recall So fill to me a parting glass Goodnight and joy be to you all But since it falls upon my lot That I should rise [gunfire.]
Get down! I will gently rise and softly call Goodnight and joy be with you all! - Watch where you're going.
- Sorry, Officer.
[breathes heavily.]
[knock on door.]
Where do you think you're going? Didn't you get my list? Winter's got men at these addresses all right.
Welcoming party of Auxies with machine guns waiting for us to come knocking.
It's a trap, Miss Sweeney! No, no, General Winter himself It was a trap.
It was a trap for me.
After Saunders was shot, he knew there was an informer inside.
He told me.
If your men had turned up at these addresses, he'd know it was me.
You said he trusted you.
He did.
He can't be sure that it's me, or I'd already be arrested.
- This was a test.
- Why should I believe that? You nearly got us all killed? I would never endanger my child.
Maybe he's not even yours.
- How can you say that? - I don't know.
You listen to me very very carefully, you give me what I need or you're never going to see your son again.
I can't go back in there! You said yourself, they're not sure it's you.
[door slams.]
- Where is it? - Where's what? - You know what! - I don't know, I swear.
You better remember fast, otherwise my men will burn this library to the ground! [Captain McLeod.]
The book! The tickets! - Put him in the tender.
- No, no, please! No! [speaks Irish.]
At ease! So? I've let Dublin Command know.
- And? - We wait.
It's all we can do now.
Here! [coughing.]
[panting.]
Where are we? Lord knows.
IRA? Hmm.
[groans.]
The others? Dead.
- Are we? - [chuckles.]
[chuckles.]
Why not? Hostages.
They patch me up? I did.
I owe you.
[sighs.]
Don't thank me just yet.
We're still here.
Here.
[coughs.]
[chuckles.]
I'm going to die, aren't I? I intend to get out of here.
See my wife and children.
I'll introduce you.
Might be a civilising influence on you.
[chuckles.]
[chuckling.]
You've a brother, IRA? Who told you? McLeod.
High up, he said.
So? What of it? I'm not my brother.
If you told them.
No, I'm not telling them about Jimmy to save my own bacon, or anyone else's.
- [coughing.]
- All right.
Easy.
[banging.]
He's sick.
He's going to die.
[door locks.]
[coughing.]
[door opens.]
Harry.
You're here.
Is it so unusual to find your husband at the breakfast table? You're usually gone by the time I come down.
I had a long day yesterday.
The Senator told me last night all is resolved.
All is resolved, yes.
I take it he didn't tell you that? But all you said to Mr Jacobs was to fix the situation.
I heard you, you didn't mean How do you think they fix situations, Constance? [door opens.]
- [door closes.]
- Starting to look a bit like its old self.
They shot Justice Simon Prendergast last night.
- Is that because of - I imagine so.
You can't blame yourself, Saunders was a spy.
He got what he deserved.
How did they know the Judge was a supporter of ours? My guess is our subscriber list.
So we have to warn the others, but there are over six hundred names on that list.
And those in Britain and America, we've no way of to contact them.
Maybe we do.
Robbie still wants to interview Mr Collins.
He asked me again this morning.
Think about it.
We'd get our side of the story out and warn our subscribers at the same time.
Let me talk to Collins.
[man.]
Someone will be down in a moment to take you up.
Thank you.
Miss Sweeney, are you feeling all right? Yeah, I am.
I think I might have a touch of fever.
- Mr Lennox? - Yes.
General Winter will see you now, if you'd care to follow me.
- You're done.
- Thank you.
Miss Sweeney, there you are.
- Are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.
General Winter wants to see me.
He wants to see you? He wants you there, too.
- Did he say what it's about? - No.
He said he'd send down for us when he's ready.
[knock on door.]
General Winter, Mr Lennox is here, for your interview.
As if raiding them, then accidentally killing one of them wasn't enough for them suspect me, now you order me to come and see you at your office.
Do you have any idea how hard I've had to work to gain their trust? Yes, I heard about your little set-to with Captain McLeod.
Sit down.
I'm still your senior officer, sit down.
And, you know, make some notes in case someone walks in.
So, what would you like this interview to be about then General? They shot Albert Saunders last night.
There's an informer in this section.
It's not like you to Captain a leaky ship.
I'll find the informer, don't worry.
But I want you to find out who did it.
- A new mission? - A second mission.
- And what about Collins? - Well, are you any closer? They're slow to trust.
I'll get there.
So while you're gaining their trust, find out who killed Albert.
Heaven's sake, you're posing as a journalist, ask some bloody questions! [inhales.]
[exhales.]
Very convincing performance yesterday, David, you should consider the stage when you retire.
[typewriter clacking.]
General Winter will see you two ladies now.
General, shall I show the ladies in? Thank you, Major Mills.
[theme music playing.]